back, back again.

Back once more from a trip home. We had our wedding reception for our families to see us. It was wonderful! I got to see some old friends from college, and some family I hadn't seen in over a decade. It was a little odd having to be the center of attention, I'm not really all about that. The fact that people's schedules had to revolve around me (and Andrea) was great. People were starting to get anxious for food but we had to finish talking with everyone, so we made them wait, or rather I made them wait, a little bit. I wasn't wanting to rush around and miss some people. That is just the it was.

On a much sadder note, my Uncle Gary (my mom's brother) whom I hadn't seen since we took a trip out to California in the late 80s died about a week ago. My grandparents and Aunt Jean made it out there to see him before he died, but still, it was rough to see my mom and her sisters at the reception having that on their minds. Personally, and I know that this sounds horrible, I don't really feel anything. How can I? I only met him a handful of times.

But, it is good to be home. I have tomorrow off and then back to the grind. I really didn't miss work all that much this past week.

House hunting (sort of) and dealing with old age

We aren't exactly in the market for a house quite yet, but we picked up a magazine of houses within the Wichita area last weekend when we were out and about and I was just thumbing through it toady. I like our apartment, but good god I can't wait to move into a house. It is a ton of work, there is no doubt about that, but it solidifies our lives. Apartments just seem temporary. Not like college because the apartments we stayed in during college were just absolute dumps compared to this one. Apartments are for college kids, just out of college kids, and old retired people...we are starting to transition into our real lives as adults (scary seeing as how I act sometimes).



I talked to my parents a couple of days ago and my dad mentioned that Jake is getting pretty bad. He is starting to lose his sight and has pretty much gone deaf. They took him to the vet a couple of weeks ago and they told them that he was in the early stages of kidney failure. So it doesn't seem like he'll be around too much longer. It is sad, we have had him for such a long time. So long, in fact that I can't remember when we got him. I think I was in fifth or sixth grade. So about thirteen years, give or take a year. It's part of life...that is the only thing you can really say. Nothing can be done to prevent it.

Kansian Canadian Day

I had the second annual Canada Day in Kansas this past Sunday. Nothing too big, just a couple of friends over to drink some beers and Canadian car bombs. Good times were had by all. Andrew and I got done with work at 2:30 that day, so he stopped by right after work and we enjoyed the first beers of Canada Day, He is holding his and I had to take the picture, so mine is on the table. A couple of hours later, Darrick stopped by and I told him that if he was going to come over he was going to have to wear my cowboy hat. There really wasn't much argument from him. He wouldn't let anyone else wear it and he proclaimed himself to be 'The last gay urban cowboy'. Where the gay part of the name came from, we don't even know...it just came out of his mouth.
Not long after, Josh showed up to just drink because, well that is what Josh does. He thinks himself a big drinker and we let him have that little thought just to keep him happy.



And last but not least, the two that had to work until ten o'clock that night finally showed up...Travis and Angie. It took them no time to grab a bottle and join in the fun. The last photos: Darrick, Travis, Angie, and Andrew's Labatt Light bottle that makes Darrick look like he has a beer bottle for a body. The last gay urban cowboy enjoying some Canadian goodness. I didn't discriminate when I purchased the beer. You had your choice of Labatt Blue and Labatt Light. I cater to all.